My fish pond is not limited to the world of magic

Xing Chuhe also has no memory of before coming here, not even a single star.It seems that his life began in this small, crowded, dirty orphanage.

There is a rotten smell everywhere, and the environment and people are good.The money approved by the government was divided among the adults, and the food thrown in from outside was also snatched up by the children every time.Most of the children there have learned to steal and scramble before they can speak fully, and the remaining small number have disappeared since someday.

Compared with this place, the outside world is simply a paradise. It's not that no one wants to run out, but they can't.He would always be caught, locked up, and whipped until he had no strength to make a sound, and then he would wear normal clothes again, pretending to be a well-cared-for ordinary child, and go to see Those adults who come from outside.

They can't escape, because the grown-ups here depend on them to stay alive.

Cheating, stealing, fighting, probably every kid here is good at it.

So is he.

They have become exactly like those adults since they were very young, covering themselves with a layer of rotten-smelling skin to make themselves look like ordinary people.Indifference, violence, innocence, cuteness...all the revealed personalities are that layer of "skin", and their true appearance hidden under that, no one knows, maybe even they themselves don't know very well.After all, since they were "born" here, they began to weave such "skin" for themselves, using blood as thread and pain as needle.

Except for those who sucked their blood, no one didn't hate it here.However, it's where it all started for them.Even their names and birthdays are "given" here.Because they don't know where they came from and where they are going.The starting point of all children is here, and the end point of many children is also here.

After all, those adults can't be so "safe", and there will always be children who die accidentally under their whips.He saw it many times, the closed black door in the corner opened a gap, and the tattered children were thrown out by the people inside like garbage.None of the children here passed by, they all stared there silently, and also silently looked at the children around them.Until suddenly someone stood up and walked over.Or take off the last wearable clothes on his body, or tear off the badly fitting and worn shoes on his feet, in short, squeeze out the last residual value of "it".

too disgusting.

Hoshide Kazuya lowered his head, avoiding everyone's sight, his clasped hands tightened a little bit, and his nails dug into the skin.

In fact, he has always wondered why such a place has never been discovered.It wasn't until later that he awakened his abilities, took away the money that hadn't been spent in time, and fled to the outside world.

He stood on the street, carrying a large box of cash, watching the lights on the other side of the street turn red and then green, watching the people around him come and go indifferently, watching the cars come into his field of vision and leave quickly.

oh, I see.

He understood in an instant.No one will care about them, everyone has their own connections in this world, with people, things, and things.But they didn't, neither did they who were locked there, nor did the orphanage itself.

The girl in the corner was crying, and someone held her in his arms; the wild cat squatting next to the street lamp licked its paws, and the silver-haired man stopped in front of him; a bright light flashed on a certain street corner, and a man and a woman chased after him This brown-haired boy; a black car parked in front of him, and someone was kissing in the translucent car window... Connections are everywhere and pervasive.

He kicked the stone in front of him and threw the box of money on the ground.The stone rolled twice and hit another stone.

see.He rolled his eyes.That's it, it's all connected.

The sky was not very good tonight, and he didn't see the moon, so the stars didn't appear.

He also wanted "connection," wanted...friends.

friend.Get to know each other day and night?

He suddenly thought of those people in the orphanage, and then felt a little nauseous.

So disgusting.

Someone approached him, blocking the light from the street lamps and casting shadows in front of his eyes.

He tensed his body and raised his head.

"Kazuya?" Someone took his hand.

Xing Chuhe was also taken aback for a moment, and suddenly came back to his senses.Gojo Satoru didn't know when he squatted in front of him, grabbed his hand, and looked up at him.Xingdehe also blinked. "Looking down" to see Gojo Satoru is a bit novel.

"What are you thinking?" Gojo Satoru asked.

He looked away and looked towards a corner of the map: "...nothing."

"Kazuya," Dazai Osamu called him again, whispering like a demon, "are you really going to save them?"

He and Osamu Dazai looked at each other, then their eyes froze.For about a few seconds, he suddenly smiled and said, "Of course."

"Those are lives. Why not?"

He still has to rely on saving these lives to maintain the "connection" he has finally established.

Osamu Dazai has insight into people's hearts and can see through his essence, but so what?

He looked at the person, tilted his head, his red eyes curved slightly.

—Can you really see clearly?

Osamu Dazai smiled, but did not respond to him.He stood up directly, patted the hem of his clothes, and said, "Then do as Kazuya said."

"If this is Kazuya's request," he pulled up a corner of the map and shook it lightly, "we will fully support it."

"Kazuya?" Hoshide Kazuya followed the voice and bowed his head, Gojo Satoru was still squatting in front of him, holding his hand.He freed his hand, pulled him up, and said with a smile, "We're about to start working, teacher."

Gojo Satoru stared at him for a long time, until he touched his nose uncomfortably, then he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay."

He frowned quickly, and moved his right shoulder after the person turned around.

Gojo Satoru slapped him hard, and he seemed to be hiding some anger.

"Is it really all right?" The two young detectives, one big and one small, stood up and looked at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Your plan."

"If the other party finds out that you are carrying out a rescue, they will definitely speed up the 'destruction'."

"This is already the optimal solution, kids." Hoshide Kazuya shrugged, raised his hand, and patted each of them on the shoulder respectively, "There is no perfect solution in your imagination—except for your detective game .”

Edogawa Conan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more.He patted the man on the shoulder again, interrupted him, and said, "Whether it's Superman or Ultraman, it's impossible to save everyone."

What's more, he is neither Superman nor Ultraman, he is a big monster.

Hoshide Kazuya turned around, ready to follow Gojo Satoru, and walked a few steps, he suddenly paused, turned his head to look at Edogawa Conan, grinned at the person, and whispered: "Oh yes, you are now called 'Kamen Superman, right? Kid."

Edogawa Conan: "..."

"Don't worry," Hoshide Kazuya's eyes softened, "I will do my best."

Edogawa Conan watched him leave, and called the people around him softly: "Hello, Hattori."

"how?"

"Don't you think he's a little weird?"

Hattori Heiji looked at the figure carefully and said, "Is there any? I think it's quite normal?"

Edogawa Conan frowned: "His attitude..."

"It's because you don't want us to get involved." Hattori Heiji looked down at him, with a bit of sarcasm in his tone, "Hey, Kudo, you don't really think that everyone looks the same on the Internet and in reality, do you? "

"His attitude towards you on the Internet must be different from that in reality, not to mention he doesn't even know who you are."

Conan Edogawa glanced at him suddenly and asked, "Then what is his attitude towards you on the Internet?"

Hattori Heiji paused, looked up at the sky with an embarrassed smile.